Chapter 2: Everything My Father Took
Part 2 ⬇️
The box had hit the porch floor and split open.
Papers.
Dozens of them.
Photographs.
Documents.
And underneath it all — a small velvet pouch I recognized immediately.
My hands were shaking.
"Dylan…
what is this?"
He didn't flinch.
"It's everything my father took from you," he said.
"The night before I left for college.
He woke me up at 3 a.m.
and told me we were leaving early.
I didn't know what he'd done until years later."
I couldn't speak.
All this time.
Twenty years of believing it was Dylan.
Twenty years of quiet grief.
And my husband — standing in that doorway with his arms crossed, saying *told you so* — had never said a single word to correct me.
"There's something else," Dylan said.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope.
"I think you need to read this before you speak to your husband."
My throat tightened.
"He's been g*ne for three years," I said quietly.
"He passed away."
Dylan's expression didn't change.
"I know," he said.
"That's why I waited."
He pressed the envelope into my hands.
I looked down at it.
My name was written on the front in handwriting I didn't recognize.
But the return address made my knees go weak.
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What's inside that envelope — and what did Dylan's father take that was worth hiding for twenty years?
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